P. 142: God, I have come to the end of my self-improvement. Some things are not possible. But even so, give me tasks to do. Let me play a part in what lovely work might yet be... God, I have little hope for anything more except that you can make space here for growing. Right here, where the dust has settled on the foundations of my {not so} well-laid plans.
— Feb 09, 2024 04:25PM
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